Nothin' But Trouble

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Copyright© 2014
Jenika
Snow

 
ISBN: 978-1-77130-818-2

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

Editor:
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NOTHIN
’ BUT
TROUBLE

The
Grizzly MC, 4

Jenika
Snow

Copyright © 2014

Chapter
One

Lilly
Winters
had always heard that Court Devlin was “
nothin
’ but trouble.” Of course he was trouble. He was a
classic bad boy bear shifter, didn’t give a shit what anyone thought, and did
whatever the hell he wanted to. But that didn’t stop Lilly from wanting him with
a fierceness that rivaled anything else. Of course wanting and actually getting
were two very different things.

The
music was loud, and Lynard Skynard belted out “Free Bird” through the speakers
someone had placed beside the lake. Lilly sat on the back of Court’s motor oil
smelling and rusted-out pickup truck, her feet dangling off the tailgate, and
the big muscular bear shifter right beside her. This had been a bad idea coming
to this party. She was only eighteen, and if her older brother Roan found out
she was here, let alone hanging out with his best friend, he’d probably shit
bricks. But Lilly didn’t care. Court Devlin might have been a constant presence
in her life for as long as she could remember, and he might even be ten years
older than she was, but she had wanted him to be her first, had always wanted
him to be her first. Shit, she had wanted him to be her everything. But Court
wasn’t the type of guy that did relationships, and she had found that out when
she really understood what her feelings for the huge, muscular bear shifter
were.

She
looked over at him, and although it was dark and the only light that there was
came from the huge bonfire across from them, she could see him perfectly. His
big hands were stained with grease, as were his faded and worn blue jeans. His
blond hair was on the longer
side,
just brushing the
tops of his ears, as if he hadn’t gotten it cut in a while, but didn’t give a
shit regardless. That was one of the things she liked about Court so much. He
just didn’t care what others thought.

When
she had seen him at the party flirting with one of the girls she had gone to
high school with, the jealousy she had felt had been so damn annoying. Of
course Lilly knew she had no claim on him, but dammit, she hated seeing him with
Alana. That girl was a slut with a capital whore. She watched as Court brought
his bottle of whisky to his mouth and took a long swallow. He glanced over at
her, and even with the shadows covering his face she saw how glossy his eyes looked,
despite the redness that surrounded them from drinking all night. He was drunk,
obviously. He handed her the bottle, and she was so surprised that she actually
reached out and took it.

“Roan
would hand me my ass on a platter if he knew I was letting his baby sister
drink.”

Lilly
tipped the bottle back, and as soon as the alcohol slid down her throat she
coughed and gagged.

Court
chuckled beside her and snatched the bottle away. “That’ll put hair on your
chest for sure.”

She
wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “The only thing going on in my chest
is that I just swallowed gasoline.”

He
was grinning at her, but brought the bottle to his mouth again and took another
sip.

“I
think I’ll stick with beer.” She grabbed her cheap can of beer from beside her
and held it up. “I like not having hair on my chest, by the way.” She glanced
in front of her at the fire, but felt his eyes on her. When she looked back at
him it was to see Court staring at her chest. The shirt she wore was a plaid,
tight button up, and she had left the top half of the buttons undone since she
wore a camisole underneath. Instantly her nipples tightened at the fact he was
staring at her chest. There was no freaking doubt about that.

He
seemed to catch himself, shook his head, and looked away. “Yeah, your brother
is going to kick my ass for sure.” His words were heavily slurred, and she saw
his attention move back to where Alana was giggling with a bunch of her other
equally slutty friends. Lilly didn’t know what made her do it, but she placed
her hand on his thigh. He snapped his head in her direction and looked down at
where her hand was. “What are you doing, Lilly?” He was holding the neck of the
bottle so tight she could see the skin of his knuckles stretched taut.

She
looked down at his crotch, saw that he was most definitely hard, and swallowed
the sudden lump she had in her throat. Lilly couldn’t even claim to be drunk
and that that was why she was going to do what she planned on doing. Aside from
that one swallow of fire-water she had just consumed, she had been nursing the
same beer, now lukewarm, for the last hour. No, she was sober as all get-out,
and suddenly had a set of steel balls.

“Lilly?”
There was a hitch in Court’s deep voice, but she didn’t let it stop her from doing
what she had wanted to do since she was a little girl. Leaning forward, she
rested her other hand on the tailgate, lifted up slightly, and had her lips on
his before he could stop her. She pulled back after a second, ran her tongue
along her bottom lip, and tasted the alcohol that had been on his lips. Her
heart jumped behind her ribs. The kiss probably could have been construed as
almost
innocent, but there was this very
heated look in his eyes that had a small sound escaping her. The sound of the
bottle he held hitting the ground with a
thump
preceded Court’s next move.

He
speared his hand in her hair, gripped the strands in a fierce hold, and pulled
her forward. Mouth now on hers once more, he speared his tongue past the seam
of her lips and pressed it against hers. Lilly was so shocked that he was the
one that initiated this kiss, and that he hadn’t just gotten the hell out of
there after she made a move on him, that she was frozen in place for several
seconds. But Court continued to kiss her, licked at her lips, sucked on her
tongue, and had her becoming so damn wet that her panties were soaked clean
through. He went to pull away, but she gripped his broad, massive shoulders,
curled her nails into his flesh, and pulled him closer. At that moment she didn’t
think about all the people around them, possibly watching what they were doing,
didn’t think about how pissed her brother would be if he knew she was doing
anything remotely sexual with Court. She just let herself feel something
incredible.

Her
nipples were hard, stabbed through the layers of her clothing, and rubbed
painfully against the material. He groaned against her mouth and cupped both
sides of her face, tilting her head so he could deepen the kiss. Their breaths
mingled together, heated, humid, and so frantic that she couldn’t decipher who
was panting more harshly.

He
broke the kiss and murmured, “We shouldn’t be doing this, Lilly.” Court trailed
his lips along her cheek, down her jawline, and started running his teeth over
her pulse, which was beating fast and hard beneath her ear.

“No,
I really think we should.”

He
groaned against her neck, and she let her head fall back as he slid his hands
from her face, onto her shoulders, and continued a downward path until he was
covering both breasts with his big hands. A moan slipped from between her lips,
and she held onto his shoulders tighter. It felt so good.
He
felt so good. Endorphins were pounding through her bloodstream,
and she felt high from them, euphoric, and courageous enough to go further.
Sliding her hands over his chest, she felt his hard muscles jump beneath her
palms. There was so much definition beneath his worn t-shirt that all she
wanted to do was
rip
it off and memorize every inch of
his chest.